"They do this all the time..."
So someplace around the second week of painting winged things,
the butterflies started to appear.
They would land on the path in front of me.
Wait for me, then wing their way onto my hands or shoulder.
I came home one day to find one waiting in the driveway.
She allowed me to pick her up, crawling gently onto my outstretched fingers.
I placed her in a nearby bush, which seemed a bit safer.
They began to fill my eyes, my heart and mind.
I offer them to you.
I know they want more friends
to take the time to see them.
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